Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 10
For this handsome guy who "covets" her body, Qian Mengmeng is terrified from the bottom of her heart.

But all men who want to sleep with her, no matter how ugly or beautiful they are, will be included in the list of objects she refuses to contact.

Therefore, even if Song Huaijin was handsome and handsome, she had been infatuated with him before, and this was no exception.

What's more, he cheated on her once!

"I'm sorry, handsome guy, you got the wrong person."

Qian Mengmeng quickly turned sideways to bypass Song Huaijin, and ran out.

Song Huaijin's face remained unchanged, he raised his hand to look at the watch on it, and said three words in a neutral tone, "Qian Mengmeng."

Suddenly being called by name, Qian Mengmeng subconsciously stopped in her tracks.

Before she could react, Song Huaijin had already turned around.

"Do you want to hug your thigh?"

Thigh hug?Accompanied by the sound of these three words, Qian Mengmeng's mind instantly flashed the image of herself hugging his thigh last time.In the next second, the style of the painting changed suddenly, and she was overwhelmed by this well-dressed beast on the bed.

No, she doesn't want to hug her thigh at all!
Qian Mengmeng turned around with a froze smile, "Well, I... Hey!"

Before she finished speaking, Song Huaijin pulled her arm forward like last time.

"Hey, can you let me finish my sentence? How can there be such a thing!" Qian Mengmeng, who resisted in her hands and complained in her mouth, took a few steps staggeringly, and was stuffed into the car that stopped in the car. In the passenger seat of a Ferrari not far from the door.

The car door slammed shut, cutting off her voice and her dumbfounded expression.

Song Huaijin strode around the front of the car and opened the door on the other side, and sat on it.

One second before the car started, Qian Mengmeng came to her senses, "Don't hug your thighs, I don't want to hug your thighs!"

"It's late." After the words fell, Song Huaijin stepped on the accelerator, and the red LaFerrari drove away...

Looking at the fewer and fewer pedestrians and the less and less dense buildings outside the car window, Qian Mengmeng felt desperate.

With a small face in mourning, she carefully looked at Song Huaijin beside her, secretly took out her mobile phone from her bag, and sent a text message to Du Ruan.

"Ruan Ruan, how can I refuse someone else's forced thigh?"

However, after this text message was sent, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean. When she arrived at the destination, a villa on the outskirts of the city, she did not receive a reply.

When Qian Mengmeng was pulled out of the car by Song Huaijin, her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, but she was still trying to reason with Song Huaijin and try to influence him.

"You, it's wrong for you to do this." Qian Mengmeng followed behind Song Huaijin, suggesting to him in a low voice, "I think we need to sit down and talk carefully."

Song Huaijin ignored her, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his other hand and pressed it on.

"Little Song Song, do you still want someone to help you? Why haven't you appeared!" On the other end of the call, a charming and sexy female voice came out instantly.

Song Huaijin stopped the butler who heard the news with his eyes, and he dragged Qian Mengmeng up the stairs who kept chattering.

"No, I happened to meet a more suitable one."

"What kind of horse? Who is it, male or female, female or bear, transvestite..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Huaijin had hung up the call.

He threw the phone into his pocket, opened the door of the room, turned around and pushed Qian Mengmeng in.Then, he slammed the door behind him.

(End of this chapter)